bright-little-star

Do not be alarmed. I know this might come as a surprise, but bear with me, though you may want to sit down before you read any further. I am the Mistletoe Killer. I know you've heard of me, I've seen you read an article about me. I also know this isn't what you were expecting from a letter on a Saturday morning, but this seemed like the best way to inform you about my proposal. You see, I've been following you. I first noticed you a year ago; you were a solitary figure in a half-empty mall, your black coat out of place in a brighly-decorated toy store. You picked up a teddy-bear, hugged it, then put it back. Your lower lip trembled, I noticed

The little girl finally said, "I'm so sorry, Mrs Jones. I didn't mean to kill Matty. We were just playing." The woman lifted her head, took the girl in her arms and cried.

"At least I won't die alone", thought the pilot with a sad smile. Then he crashed the plane into a mountain.

One day I set out to see Everything. And it wasn't what I thought it would be. I sat there, confused, and Everything gave me a wry smile and said, "I know how you're feeling, kiddo. But this is all there is."